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[personal] Making with the cleaning

Yesterday [info]mlerules and Team E— came over to help me get my basement at least somewhat more sorted. And by "help" I mean, "do all the work while Jay sits in a chair and dithers over high school class notes".

It's an unholy mess down there right now, in a lot of ways worse than when we started. Luckily, they are coming back over this morning to get the job pushed into something resembling a state of completion. This is way above and beyond the call of friendship.

Yes, I took "before" photos yesterday. Yes, I will take "during" photos this morning. Yes, I will take "after" photos this evening.

Things that will (probably) be accomplished by the time they leave today:
  • Most boxes sorted and rationalized

  • Many cubic feet of recycling taken away

  • Boxes of stuff taken to Goodwill

  • Boxes of magazines taken to a used book store that handles such

  • A big crate of door prizes set aside for JayCon

  • Basement restored to moderate livability

  • Genre car fitting back into the garage


Things that will (probably) not be accomplished by the time they leave today:
  • Old boxes of stuff (dating from the move to Oregon from Texas) not yet gone through

  • Office not yet moved back downstairs

  • Books not yet sorted into proper order


So, yeah, already a huge success. Even if it's hard to tell at the moment.

This has been a hard process for me. I'm not kidding when I say I have the hoarding gene. That's not precisely true, in that I don't accumulate 1,000 rolls of toilet paper or save stacks of decades-old newspapers just in case, but it really is very, very hard for me to throw most things out that aren't obviously garbage. Ie, food wrappers are fair game (unless they're unusual cheese labels), but old art by [info]the_child is not. Do I really need notes for a D&D campaign from 1980?

On the plus side, some cool stuff turned up. The first ever short story I can recall writing, back in high school. Some really dreadful teen angst poetry. That sort of thing. Some of which I will be inflicting upon you via this blog in the near future.

Why?

Because I can!

So, yeah, kind of a psychological binge-and-purge yesterday every bit as much as a living space binge-and-purge. There's probably a deeper and more meaningful essay on this process than can be encompassed by a casual Sunday morning blog post. Maybe I'll get to it soon.

After we were done, I was looking forward to going to see [info]lizzyshannon last night. However, I was not up to the drive back and forth across town. Instead I had a quiet dinner with my crew, played some Bang!, and called it a night.

Today, more bending and lifting, and more tired. But damn it will be nice to see that stuff a bit better straightened out.

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